The large, white petals of the Saguaro cactus flower close up tight with the coming light; hiding its beauty away until the stars and moon are again within sight.
The verdin and the sparrow chirp and warble during the early morning hours; ending the silent stillness around the courtyard's fountain.
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Pieces of dreams float through a somnolent mind; both symbols and strange imagery are left behind.
Why dabble in the musings of the subconscious's maze? When so glorious a prelude, the dawn is for the day.
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The rhythm of this heart raises up in praise for the rays of growing light, poking through the gray clouds left from the storm at midnight.
Soft purples, pinks, and yellows painted across the morning sky; the colorful reflection upon a guardian angel's white wings. An eternal dawn watching, guiding, and comforting its appointed person.
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The Window
Like clockwork, the nightmare I desperately wanted to rid myself of every night, was back again. Alone in a room with a dim flickering light overhead, the silence deafening as I sat on the concrete floor. A small window on the wall in front of me, teasing the freedom I could have.
By Timberly Price5 days ago in Fiction
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